It is exactly 04:38 in the morning. I have not actually slept like a log. You see, my worries are so many that I sometimes get lost in thought. What is more, I do not know how many more efforts I have to put out so as to be recognized as a valuable person in the work force. ¨Life is not fair¨- they say. To be honest I agree with that aforesaid statement. Notwithstanding I do recognize having been stubborn when people wanted me not to drop out of school for instance. Still and all, I still got my flare language irrespective of all my mistakes. I do not care for how long I will have to keep trundling the streets looking for a job. Eventually, some good Samaritan will call me. However, I cannot rest on my laurels. I mean it is sad to actually think back to most of the things that have happened to me and see that especially my immediate kin were the ones who actually minded their own business instead of listening to me while still was a child and needed them the most. Notwithstanding, I remember the wise words of this Peruvian poet Cesar Vallejo: ¨There are blows in life so great, I don´t know¨. This world is filled mainly with evil people who do not give a darn about their neighbor´s feelings. Sometimes, I watch with envy how successful individuals saunter by with no preoccupations in their minds whatsoever. What I am trying to say is that I still do not understand is why some are just blessed with prosperity, whereas there are so many people such as myself to whom life has not been mostly fair. My hackles rise when I think about how many evil-doers who have hurt me in the past have gotten away with it without punishment. There are so many people who believe that only because they are not being watched flouting the law, they are going to be able to keep doing it forever. Also, I have realized that it does not matter how much one can fear speaking up against injustice. The worst thing one can do is to allow the wicked get the last laugh. Moreover, it is not that I remain wheeling out the same old excuses in order to justify my bad luck. I mean, regardless of how many more arguments I cite so as to feel less guilty, I do accept that for instance I was not as diligent as I should have been as a child in regards to learning English. Be that is it may, everyone deserves a second chance. Lamentably, I never got mine.